Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

BSM: You're 19 and they find a positive pregnancy test in the trash PART 2

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Age 19:

Before: "We know who the father is."

Now:

"Get on with it, then. Who is it?" you urged.

Sam and Dean pushed a pale Castiel towards you. "I think this one should explain."

You raised an eyebrow at the angel. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Sam and Dean creeping out of the motel room, but watching Castiel squirm under your questioning gaze was much more entertaining.

"I'm the father. To your baby."

Silence.

And then all the blood in your body rushed into your ears.

Castiel said something more, but it got drowned by the loud pounding of your rabbiting heart. With a start, you realized you had stopped breathing, and you had to sit down through the sudden dizziness. You scooted back against the headboard of the bed, drew your knees up to your chest and let your head fall between them in an attempt to quell the nausea in your stomach.

You could faintly hear footsteps, and vaguely registered the bed dipping under the weight of another person. A hand came to rest between your shoulder blades and a gentle thumb rubbed soothing circles on the skin there. At first, you tensed, but then Castiel started murmuring encouragements under his breath, and just like that, you collapsed against the angel. Castiel hesitated only briefly before wrapping his arms around you tight, and clutching you to his chest.

You didn't cry, but you fisted his shirt and curled into a tiny ball so you could hide in his embrace. It was very childish, you knew, but you were just a child. And you were having a baby with an angel who was thousands of years old.

"W-what happ-happened?" you stammered without detangling yourself from Castiel's grip.

For a few beats, you were met with nothing but silence, and you were beginning to think Castiel wouldn't answer at all.

"A few weeks ago," he started suddenly, "when I joined you three on the last case. I was scouting the angel frequency here, trying to look for clues, while Sam and Dean went researching at the local library. They'd given you the night off, I don't recall why. You cam stumbling home around midnight. You were deeply inebriated, and I didn't know how to go about that. I tried putting you to bed, but the more I did, the more you struggled. You sobered up more and more, and I'm quite sure you were only slightly affected by then. And you-" Castiel cut himself off when he took a sharp breath through his teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to meet your eyes. "-you kissed me. At first, I pushed you away, because you're the youngest Winchester, you're Sam and Dean's sister. But then you did it again and you did this thing with your hips-" He stopped again.

You supposed you should feel mortified, but you didn't. The only thing you regretted was you inability to remember it.

"Tell me about it," you said suddenly, voice no louder than a whisper.

"I am."

"No." You tipped your head back so you could stare straight into Castiel's eyes. "I can't remember the sex itself, and I have a feeling that has something to do with you," the guilty look in Castiel's eyes told you everything you needed to know, "and I want to know what it was like. Tell me."

Castiel's eyes were impossibly wide in something akin to shock, but his pupils were dilated, and you felt a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. "I, uh, what do you want to know?" the angel asked nervously, diverting his eyes and taking a deep, calming breath.

"Well," you started shifting around so you were hovering over Castiel on your knees. The angel fell back on his elbows with a gasp, and never before had you felt so powerful. "Who was on top?"

Castiel's throat worked as he gulped. "Y-you were in the beginning but you grew tired so I took over."

"Yeah?" Castiel nodded quickly, squirming under your scrutinizing. "Did I look pretty, Cas? On top of you? And beneath you?"

The doorknob jiggled before Castiel could answer, but the look in his eyes was answer enough. You jumped off the bed and opened the door for your brothers.

"Did you beat him up?" was the first thing out of Dean's mouth as he glanced at the angel sprawled on the bed.

"Almost," you answered with a cheeky grin.

"So what is the plan of attack here?" Sam asked as he kicked the door to the motel room shut.

You sat on the edge of the bed by Castiel's feet, and finally let the reality of the situation sink in with a heavy feeling in your gut. By some maternal instinct, you rested a protective hand on your stomach, and you saw all three men zoom in on the movement. You rubbed comfortingly at your skin through your shirt, but whether it was to comfort yourself or the baby, you weren't sure. "I'm having a baby," you sighed, "with an angel. Which means it's a Nephilim."

"He or she will be hunted," Sam stated, expression stormy.

"Maybe. We're not sure, I mean, Cas is pretty big up there, and they've most likely got more pressing matters to attend to. If Cas says he or she is off limits, won't they listen?"

The angel in question had finally managed to get himself under control, and the weight of the situation seemed to be pressing down on his shoulders. He took a seat next to you and sighed deeply. "I promise that I will do my best. If they don't allow it, I see no other choice than to get the little one removed."

A cold wave of anguish crashed into you at that, and you doubled over, clawing at your heart to stop it from breaking. How could you already love this little creature so much, that the thought of losing them was ripping you apart from the inside? "Not an option," you said feebly, as three pairs of hands hovered over you uselessly.

"I won't let my child be hunted prey!" Castiel sneered.

"Then help me make sure that doesn't happen!"

Sam and Dean were watching wide-eyed as you and Castiel bickered back and forth. "Enough!" Dean bellowed at last. "We all want the same thing, here. Cas, you have to go upstairs and talk to the other angels about this. No way in hell am I letting my niece or nephew be hunted because they're supposedly an abomination."

Castiel stood on wobbly legs before leaving in a rustle of feathers.

"What do we do?"

"You, get some rest young lady," Sam ordered. "It's been a stressful day for you, and that's not good for the baby. When you wake up, Cas will hopefully have some news, good news. Understood?"

You nodded curtly. Alright then.

***

When you came to, Dean was shaking your shoulders gently. "We have news."

You shot up in the bed, and your eyes immediately went to Castiel, who was fiddling with his thumbs nervously. "Tell me," you demanded.

"Well, uh," he started. "They'll let us keep the baby - "

"Oh thank God."

" - but on one condition."

"What? What is it?" Castiel looked to Sam, who nodded, before snapping his attention back to you.

"They'll let us keep the baby. For the first year. After that, he or she is heaven's property."

"What?!"